Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.